Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Smog,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.